If you read the homepage at vairtere dot com it mostly says a lot of stuff about Voltaire, which is a red herring but only sort of. It also says:

There are a lot of reasons why, and they flow and clump and flow again all over each other and you’re not supposed to know the whole truth, if such a thing even exists.

Today I’m going to tell you one of the things you’re not supposed to know.

Tere is terre, just earth.

Vair is the sound of awe I make when confronted with certain perfect landscapes. In particular when I’m dropping fast off the Rim, and the panoramic vista is the valley of the river called Verde.

Vaaiir-day. Verdure, the verdant earth, Vert, Vair.

The most significant thing that happened today was that I was there, stopped for a little while, and felt the awe and made the sound.

While I was stopped I considered this …

Vairtere is a nym, but more importantly it’s the title of a poem that hasn’t been written yet, a video or series of videos as yet unrecorded.

This is the first draft of it, just a few notes.

And I can think of two more solid titles off the top of my head.